* Why should I,
Why should I.
Let this rage continue,
This primeval force,
That of course,
Can conquer anything,
Everything.
* Why should I,
Why should I.
* Let this sadness drag on,
* Its the perfect day for rain,
* No I refuse to use that cane!
No I refuse to abide by your rules!
No I refuse to see you,
To notice you,
To befriend you.
* Just walk a little farther friend,
* Just a little farther,
* And we will be gone from here, <-
* Just a little farther friend and you can forget it all,
* Just a little farther friend and we will escape them all,
* Just a little farther friend dont look.
* Close your eyes,
* Count to thirty,
* It wont hurt,
* You wont feel a thing,
* I swear,
* It will be swift.
* Just a little farther friend and we can say "hello" again,
* Dont cry friend,
* Chin up,
* They want this,
* Dont give them the pleasure.
* Just a few more seconds friend,
* Just a few more..
My View:
This poem.. gah back when I was depressed and neck-deep in depression I used to write to alleviate some of the negativity within me.. I'm kinda glad to say that I wrote this one on one of my
better days
Before I go further I went ahead and marked certain lines with ' * ' these was done to differentiate them from the other characters dialog
This was kind of a departure from my usual 'style' >_> if I can call my drivel that.
The story that I wrote with was that two people from the French revolution-era who were going to the guillotine(medieval chop-chop device.. wonderful for cutting watermelons) one person the '*' was the older of the pair and a mentor to the other, the other was somewhat younger (younger in the sense that even has he walks to death he still denies his captors(late friends) anything other than his hatred).
Something odd happens about halfway through the poem the '*' is the only one talking and at the line marked with '<-' he dies after that is his pupil hearing his ghost, who still lingers on this side of the curtain 'waiting' for his comrade.
The beauty of this poem is that while I wrote it with this plot in mind I left much of the context out of the poem so whoever read the poem could interpret the context of it whoever they wanted..and the funniest part is that I didn't even consider that at the time of writing it XD.
